Despite how those two ended up in the previous chapter, I'm leaving the 'Friendship' tag where it is for this story. Take that as you will.
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"I… … … I wish to apologize for my… unseemly behavior last night."
"…Accepted. Are you feeling better today?"
"Leagues better. And I have you to thank for that, I think."
"I only… did… what I remembered from… something I watched a few years ago…"
"You have done nothing to be ashamed of, boy. Have some pride in yourself. No human I've ever met would have tried to do what you did. At least, not without substantial compensation."
"… I… … … thank you."
"And even if they did, it would not have had the same effect. You have a unique Aura, boy – it was able to calm my raging emotions. Even my own Father could not have done such a thing."
"Is that… normal? For Aura, I mean?"
"I have heard tales and rumors of Huntsmen capable of such deeds, but I've never met any of them. One rumor speaks of a young man from Mistral who can shroud the emotions of people from the Creatures of Grimm, and another mentions a young boy who can amplify all emotions in a wide area, drawing the Grimm closer instead. The individual powers of Aura, what we call Semblance, are as varied as the Huntsmen who wield them."
"That sounds incredibly dangerous."
"Any power is dangerous in untrained hands."
"Speaking of which… … … you mentioned something yesterday about 'showing me the basics'…?"
"Hmm… I suppose we have time enough. We can cover more distance today with the storm gone, so we have a spare hour or two. I hope you're a quick learner, boy."
"Why do you keep calling me 'boy'? I have a name, you know."
"Not one that I care to use. I call you boy because that is what you are, and until you prove yourself otherwise, that is what you shall remain. Now come… I do not wish to repeat myself."
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The walk to reach the alleged Supply Drop was blessedly fast.
Whitley now knew how to summon his Aura when he needed it. This power gave him a renewed vigor and let him more easily keep up with his companion; strength flooded his muscles, filling him with life and energy beyond even the strongest cup of coffee. It wouldn't last, of course – one thing Sienna made sure he understood was that Aura was not unlimited. He would eventually run low, but at least it made the walk more bearable.
She also made sure that he knew what fate awaited those who completely used up their Aura.
They still wore their stolen uniforms, mainly because the lining was thick enough to keep them both warm in the snow and because… well… it was all they had. This even included the masks, but wearing these gave them another advantage – the narrow eyeholes were perfect for reducing the glare of sunlight on the snow, which would normally have been blinding.
Unfortunately, Sienna seemed to have mixed up the masks before they set out this morning. All Whitley could smell the entire way was… her. The same smell he'd fallen asleep in last night, nose buried in her hair.
And thus he had another reason to keep his mask on; it hid his blushing face.
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When they came in sight of it, Whitley didn't see anything at first.
"That's the entire point," Sienna remarked after he stated this fact. "It wouldn't be much of a Supply Drop if a passing Atlas Military ship could spot it at any time. None of my bro- I mean, none of the White Fang are consistently stationed here, so we should be safe for a day or two."
Whitley ignored the slip-up as he finally spotted a long stretch of flatland in the shape of a runway. It really blended in well – if he wasn't looking for it, he never would have spotted it. At the end of this hidden runway sat a large hill covered in snow… but looking closer, Whitley could make out a hidden bay door carved into the side. The entire hill must have been hollowed out. Impressive.
"Wait. Someone's here."
At the base of the hill stood a figure who was far from well-dressed. Even from a distance, he could tell it was a woman; her long, blazing red hair stood out sharply against the surrounding snow, but he couldn't see clearly enough to tell who she might be. It almost looked like she was… rubbing her arms and running in place.
Sienna took a step in front of him and said, "Keep your mask on and let me do the talking."
"Do you know who that is?"
"No." There was a growl in her throat as she said, "but something doesn't smell right."
As they approached, the mystery woman finally spotted them and waved one arm. Whitley could finally make out a few more details now; she had on tall black boots, shorts that almost didn't deserve the name, a top made with something sparkling, and a red scarf connected to a small shoulder cape. Her red hair had a white streak in it, and her amber eyes were filled with relief at finally seeing someone who could help.
That relief was quickly replaced with uncertainty. She clearly wasn't expecting two 'members' of the White Fang to show up.
"Who are you, human?" Sienna said with an official-sounding tone. She knew how to play the part, it seemed. "Are you some sort of spy?"
"N-N-Negative, I am-m-m a m-m-meat popsicle," the woman said with a forced grin. "Or I will b-b-be if I s-s-stay out here any longer. D-D-Do you g-g-guys have a radio or s-s-something in there?"
Sienna reached behind her for a weapon that wasn't there, clearly trying to look like she was in control. "Even if we did, we wouldn't let someone like you inside to use it."
"Oh, c-c-come on!" said the stranger through her chattering teeth. "I lost m-m-my s-s-scroll when I fell outta that d-d-damned Bullhead! D-D-Damn… B-B-Bertilak…"
Sienna sighed audibly through her nose, then crossed her arms and said, "Begone, human. Your kind are unwelcome here-"
"I'll p-p-pay you for the t-t-trouble! PLEASE!"
The woman was obviously not going to take no for an answer. Before Sienna could protest further, Whitley grabbed her shoulder and leaned close to whisper, "Why not let her in for a few minutes? She is clearly suffering…"
The Faunus woman gave him a glare he could feel right through the mask, then sighed again and said, with a bit less venom, "Very well. You have one hour, and then you will be out of my sight. Understood?"
Sienna marched past the woman and headed for the hill, going right for a hidden keypad just beneath the snow. As she entered the code, Whitley had to stop himself from speaking and giving himself away. He was certainly curious to know who this woman was, and how she could have fallen out of a Bullhead and survived. That and her outrageous outfit pointed to only one option – she was a Huntress.
Once the door finally slid open, the stranger walked over on shaky legs and said, "B-B-By the way… my name's C-C-Carmine. Carmine Esclados."
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Of course Sienna knew exactly where every one of the 42 Supply Drops were located around Remnant; she'd set up each and every one of them herself. She may not have liked being a leader, but she was still thorough about it.
Not only were these hidden warehouses filled with Bullhead fuel and essential supplies for raids, they also contained basic necessities for letting someone hide out within them for a short time – most important at the moment was a real bathroom with a shower. Sienna was long overdue for a good self-grooming.
Once this Carmine woman was sent on her way, she and Whitley had a lot of planning to do. Neither of them had anywhere to go, and the White Fang was now their mutual enemy.
That particular thought still stung. Damn you, Adam Taurus.
The Supply Drops also had one room that could lock from the outside, a sort-of prison cell, and they led Carmine to it. Sienna grabbed the spare radio and an electric heater, dropped these in the room with her and growled, "One hour." She locked the door on the way out.
Once they were safe from prying eyes, both she and Whitley whipped off their masks and took a deep breath. The smell was starting to become unbearable after almost two days. She'd accidentally mixed up masks the other day but was too stubborn to admit it… and now, after smelling the boy for so long, her control was starting to slip once again.
"You'll find fresh clothes in here," she gestured to a small closet near the bathroom. "I'm going to clean myself up first, then it'll be your turn. No matter what, do not let that woman out before I'm done."
The boy seemed confused as to why she distrusted the stranger so much, but still nodded. "If you insist."
Truth be told, she wasn't sure why either. It wasn't unusual for a Huntress like her to get separated from her group. Neither was it out of the ordinary for a random human to stumble upon one of her Supply Drops. Not all of the facilities were totally hidden, and some had even been broken into by vagabonds now and again.
But there was something about Carmine Esclados that bugged her. A tickle in the back of her mind.
"Just… stay on your guard. Oh, and no matter what you hear coming out of this bathroom… do not open the door."
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It took nearly half an hour just to get her hair clean again. The other half was spent… satisfying herself. Gods alone knew what the boy heard from outside.
She tried not to dwell on that as she brushed her hair in the mirror.
As she worked out the ungodly tangles, Sienna gently fingered the mangled form of one Faunus ear – Adam had ripped out one of her earrings after he'd put that twice-damned plate on her hand, leaving the torn flesh to heal on its own. Sadistic bastard. She counted herself lucky that he didn't rip all the earrings out, or simply tear both ears right off her head. He was certainly in a position to do just that at the time.
Sienna absently kept brushing as she looked at herself in the mirror, sitting on a stool in only a towel and letting her mind drift. Her stripes, which many assumed were tattoos, were in fact passed down throughout her tribe's history – all four families of her tribe had them. Father had always said theirs was the last pure-blooded Faunus tribe in the world, the only ones left who proudly held onto their connection with the God of Animals. All the other Faunus had distilled their bloodlines over the centuries by mixing with humans, but not them.
Father… how was he doing? The rest of the tribe? Were any of them still alive?
And if she returned to her village… would they still welcome her home?
Sienna stopped brushing and rubbed her forehead, her heart heavy in her chest. So much had gone wrong so quickly. Everything she'd worked so hard to build up had fallen apart in less than a year. The White Fang had been taken from her, along with her honor. Sienna Khan was a shell of her former self, a shadow of a once-great warrior.
The boy, however… he would die if left on his own. That much was clear right from the start.
But she also knew that he was learning, and fast. At his current rate, Whitley Schnee would be able to defend himself reasonably well within a week, and could even be competent in a fight before a full month had passed. He relied on her support for the moment, but what about after? Would they fight together? Would he actually try to defend her, as bizarre as that seemed?
Or would he, too, walk away and leave her alone in this wretched world?
If the thought of the White Fang turning against her merely stung, the thought of Whitley abandoning her felt like a knife plunging into her heart. Tears actually began to form in her eyes, and she angrily swiped them away.
Focus, dammit! The boy still needs your help! Now is not the time to lose yourself in bitter fantasies!
Sienna had been squeezing her eyes shut, and when she opened them she discovered the hairbrush in her hands had been mangled in her grip. She tossed it aside and quickly dressed herself in clean clothes, mentally preparing herself to deal with the red-haired woman.
And that's when it hit her. Sienna finally remembered where she'd seen that woman's name before.
A few years ago, she and Adam had assembled a list of the most dangerous people on Remnant. Huntresses and Huntsman that could pose a real threat to their organization if left alone. Mercenaries that could turn the tide of any battle they took part in. The list was adjusted every few months by Adam as new names appeared and others were… removed. This list included such names as Glynda Goodwitch of Beacon, Raven Branwen of Mistral, and the nameless 'Grimm Reaper' of Vale.
It also included Carmine Esclados of Vacuo; she was listed as an assassin for hire and considered extremely dangerous.
And Sienna just left that woman alone… with a boy who couldn't defend himself yet.
Shit!
She damn near broke the door off its hinges to get out of the bathroom only to find… nothing. Whitley was gone, the cell door was wide open, and there was a spot of blood on the far wall. Other small signs pointed to a brief struggle before one dragged the other back outside.
Adam must have hired her to come after them. Who else would have known where they were going? Who else would be so determined to take revenge as to send an assassin less than a day after her escape?
Sienna's vision slowly began to turn red as her breathing grew ragged. She felt her muscles tense as the rage began to take over. This wasn't something like her previous urges – she wanted blood.
Esclados had taken her friend. She would pay with her life.
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Images and sounds echoed through his head, all jumbled together and senseless.
He remembered a sharp pain in the side of his head… something hitting him…
"We have no use for such barbaric things as
Aura, my son. We are men of business,
and we wield a power that surpasses the
might of any warrior – money."
An image of his legs… leaving deep tracks in the snow as he was being dragged… by someone…
"Your sister chose to leave the house and
run away to the Military because she cannot
understand the power we wield.
Such is the way of nature, you see."
Back in the Supply Drop… distracted by the sharp cries of Sienna from the other room… he wasn't paying attention to the cell door…
"Your Mother is the same, and I suspect Weiss will
follow in their footsteps as she gets older.
Women are not meant for positions of power, son.
This world is a man's world, and we…"
Engulfed by cold… solid ice, restricting his movements… mask being ripped off…
"…We must put them in their place."
"Right where you belong, Schnee," the stranger's voice pulled Whitley out of his delirium. "At my feet."
Whitley finally came to his senses and found himself buried up to his neck in a very solid patch of snow. He couldn't move, in fact. Neither could he feel the rest of his body, so it was possible he was simply tied up and numb from the cold, but he didn't dismiss the possibility that this woman could somehow freeze him in place.
Carmine stood over him, looming tall and showing no trace of her earlier chilled status. In fact, her skin appeared to be glistening with a layer of sweat.
"I should thank you, ya know… heating up my own air takes too long, and it's much easier to take the warm air from a heater along with me. Makes things much nicer out here." She fanned herself with her top, letting the chainmail clink a bit and giving Whitley quite a show – he was low enough to see right up the garment. And she wasn't wearing a bra.
He made a choking sound as he quickly looked away, face heating up. Maybe that could work… let his face get hot enough to melt the snow around him. Ha! He'd be dead from blood loss long before that happened.
The woman noted his discomfort and grinned evilly, bending down in front of him and putting her… hips… directly in front of his face. "Most guys would kill for a view like this, ya know," she purred as she made a point of showing off.
Whitley really hoped his nose wasn't bleeding.
"But since I think you're kinda cute, I'll give you a freebie. Consider it a final mercy… … … and the last thing you see before you die."
A small, bladed sai suddenly floated up from behind her, coming to rest directly above Whitley's head, point down. It didn't fall, instead hovering in the air by forces unseen. It looked very sharp and heavy enough that it would clearly do a lot of damage if it fell, even from a small height.
"Lucky for you, I recently got a second contract that promises me a bonus if I kill your friend first. That should give you… another 10 minutes, I'd say." She finally stood up, her face still grinning but with a sinister edge. She pulled another sai from her belt and turned away, facing the tracks his feet had made to get here. "Any minute now-"
Movement from behind him. A snarling shadow leaped out of nowhere, claws outstretched, aiming right for Carmine's exposed back.
Only it wasn't exposed. Several small rocks suddenly darted out and struck the shadow numerous times, driving it back as Carmine turned to look at her attacker, face as smug as anyone.
"Typical," she clicked her tongue. "Does your kind ever look before you leap?"
Whitley finally realized the shadow was in fact Sienna Khan, eyes full of fire and fangs bared. He could actually hear a deep growl coming out of her throat as the tiger Faunus faced off against a woman who clearly had a few tricks up her sleeve.
What followed was a fight the former Schnee had no hope of following. All he could catch was the first move – Sienna quickly pulled her chain whip from her belt and struck – and everything after that was a blur of movement, not helped by the absence of his mask to cut the glare of the sunlight.
The sai floating above him wavered a few times, but otherwise didn't move. Sienna was fighting while blinded with rage, so if she knocked out or killed her opponent… the sai would drop, probably killing him. And she wouldn't notice until it was too late.
He only had one option – get himself out of this predicament.
While the Huntresses did battle, Whitley summoned all the Aura he could muster and pushed. The snow around him wasn't quite as solid as before, and he found his arms and legs free to move beneath the surface, so he pushed all the harder. At times the snow seemed to… suck him back down, but it never lasted long and he resumed his efforts.
Finally he got one arm free at the very moment he heard Carmine shout "No!"
The sai fell… and Whitley's Aura-enhanced arm caught it.
A moment later, Sienna savagely tackled the woman to the ground and the snow around Whitley just… gave up. He quickly pulled himself free, using his new weapon to hasten the process and dig himself out. He ducked over to a nearby tree and held the blade in front of him, ready to fight off any more attempts on his life.
And it was here the battle turned. Carmine, now angry that her trap had fallen apart so easily, started to whip up the snow around her into a miniature blizzard. She formed a bubble of air around herself as she sent whipping winds against her foe, and Sienna started to slow down from the sudden blast of ice. She tried her weapon a few more times, but it somehow bounced off Carmine's bubble without effect.
Then she tried one more time, and Carmine seemed to catch the end of the whip in midair. The weapon suddenly shot back and wrapped itself around its wielder, fully tying up the stunned Faunus. The winds died down a moment later as Carmine paused to catch her breath.
"I knew… hah… you'd make me… hah… earn that bonus," she gasped. "The kid was an easy mark, but I guess… hah… sometimes it's fun to have a tough fight now and again."
"Who… hired… you?" Sienna growled as she struggled against the chain.
"Seriously? You been living under a rock or something? That kid has a bounty on his head high enough to get the attention of every cutthroat in Mistral's Underground! Everyone knows who hired me!"
"Who was it?! Speak!" Whitley surprised himself by suddenly finding his shouting voice.
Carmine looked over at him and smiled again. It was that same dark smile. A look that held ill intentions. "Someone you know very well, boy. Very well indeed."
The sai in his hands was suddenly yanked away by that same unseen force. Whitley gave a cry as the weapon turned in midair and pointed itself directly at his face, staying far away enough he couldn't grab hold of it again.
Sienna gave a strained roar from the ground. She sounded like she was in pain.
Carmine turned back to her, then gestured to her other weapon – it floated up and took a similar position over Sienna's head, aimed right at her. The assassin stated loudly, "Party's over kids. Time to clean up and go collect my fee; the SDC spares no expense for jobs like this."
Whitley flared what was left of his Aura… and something happened.
A large amount of it suddenly… separated itself from his body, hurling through the air in the direction he was facing.
It sailed directly towards their attacker, nearly invisible but dense, like a cloud of mist with a life of its own.
The woman didn't seem to notice it until it finally hit her.
The effect was immediate – both sais fell to the snow at the same time as a thin layer of light around Carmine's body suddenly and loudly shattered.
In the next instant, Sienna burst out of her chains and roared again as she dived forward, landing a savage punch to Carmine's face. The redheaded woman was too stunned by the loss of her own Aura to even fight back. Sienna wasn't done, though – she grabbed the woman's top and bodily picked her up, flipped her over, and slammed her head directly into the ground.
Even from a distance, Whitley heard the sickening snap.
Carmine Esclados fell limply to the ground.
Before he could do or say anything else, Whitley quickly slipped into cold, numb darkness.
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He woke up later that night on a cot in the Supply Drop. Sienna was sitting next to him, face downcast and weary. "You overdid it," she said quietly. "Used up almost everything you had."
Whitley's voice felt sore as he said, "Is she…?"
"Dead, yes." Sienna grabbed a canteen of water from a nearby table and carefully let him drink. "I never expected you to find your Semblance so quickly."
"My…?"
"I was right to say you had a calming effect on me, boy. It seems that is your Semblance as well – you somehow sealed her Aura away, causing her own Semblance to fail and her shield to break instantly."
"How…?"
"I checked her after I got you inside," Sienna closed her eyes and sighed, obviously exhausted from the ordeal. "There was a glowing mark on her forehead – it looked like the snowflake of the Schnee family crest, but it had 7 points rather than 8. I'm certain it came from you."
Whitley closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. His entire body felt like it had been crushed beneath a Goliath. His energy was gone. Still, at least he was alive. They both were. "Are… you…?"
"I'm fine, but tired. I've been using my Aura to help you heal," she said. Sienna gently brushed a bit of his hair back as she stated, "We're alive because your Semblance ended up triggering mine; when my opponent loses enough of their Aura, I get a significant boost in power for a short time. It helps end the fight quicker."
Whitley looked up to find Sienna staring at him with an expression that was hard to figure out. She seemed… pensive, yet calm. Not upset, yet… not totally relaxed either. Why did women have to be so hard to read?
Sienna gently placed her hand on his, the said, "Get some rest, boy. We have a long way to travel before we're safe."
"Don't… call me… boy."
The Faunus put on such a warm smile that Whitley was momentarily taken off guard. "Indeed. I believe you have earned the right to be called a man this day. You have done well, Whitley."
He furrowed his brow as he considered what the assassin had said right before the end. What she implied led him to make an important decision in that moment. "No… not Whitley. I think… my old life is fully dead. I cannot afford to carry it with me any longer."
What she said indicated that not only did his Father declare him dead to the world… but he'd also offered a reward to anyone who would make sure it was true.
Sienna appeared to consider that for a moment. "Then your future is a blank page, ready to become whatever story you wish to write upon it." She brushed a bit more of his hair away and sighed, "Both of our fates are… unwritten."
"Blank," he said thoughtfully. "A fitting name, I think."
Sienna's golden eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light as she smiled again. "In that case, Blank… get some rest. We have a lot of planning ahead of us."
"We…?"
Her smile faltered. "If you would prefer to go alone, I won't-"
"No. Sienna Khan… … … I wish to hunt by your side, if you would have me."
"Where I come from, that's something normally said by young men who wish to attract a mate."
"I… I… I made that up off the top of my head," he felt his face growing hot yet again in the presence of this oddly fascinating Faunus woman. "I didn't mean… I'm not-"
"Shh..." Sienna put a finger to his lips, her smile returning as she stood to leave. "Rest well, Blank. Starting tomorrow… we shall hunt together."
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Adam Taurus stood amid the rubble of his base, gazing out into the vast, open sky of Remnant. He could almost see the two of them still fleeing in their stolen Bullhead. Still running from their fates.
Running from the Bounty Hunter he'd contacted, offering extra if she took down Sienna before killing the boy.
They couldn't run forever.
Eventually they'd stop… and the White Fang would be waiting for them.
"The damage is pretty much total," Perry said as he thumbed through some reports from the salvage crews. "Only about 5% of the base survived the blast. Everything else was buried. All Dust supplies went up at once."
"How are the other bases?" Adam said without looking behind him. "Are they ready to move?"
"Ready and waiting," Perry said with confidence. The glasses he wore over the front of his mask glimmered in the late evening light. "The last one reported in less than an hour ago. All we need is your word, Brother Taurus."
Adam turned to speak, but something else caught his gaze; several of the salvage crew were pulling a body over. Adam's lieutenant. Didn't expect him to die from a simple explosion.
"His neck was crushed," one of the crew stated as they laid the body on the floor. "We found him in the prison cell. Pretty sure he was dead before the place blew up."
Adam remained silent, his hand in his pocket. He gently fingered the metal plate within, his mind wandering to its previous owner.
Somehow, the Disgraced had managed to not only remove her torture device, she'd also managed to set the Schnee boy free and even blow up the base in the process of her getaway. And now another sin was added to her shame – the murder of one of her own. He had no doubt this was her doing.
Adam quietly leaned down and pulled the mask off of the large man. The face beneath merely gazed at the sky with one empty eye, as the other had been ripped out a few years earlier. He had a beard once, but like the eye, it had gone away when the woman he loved betrayed them all. Adam remembered the day it all went down, and pitied the man before him – Ghira Belladonna didn't deserve to die like this.
"Perry," said Adam, "Move up the plan to break into the federal prison and rescue our sister Blake. She deserves to know what happened to her Father."
"Yes, sir." He nodded. "And should I also move up the plan to extract the traitor Amitola…?"
"No. Delay that one. The humans will keep her occupied for the next few years; Ilia won't be going anywhere." Adam gently replaced the mask over his lieutenant and stood back up. "See to it that he gets a proper burial."
The salvage workers gave a curt salute, then hoisted the body up and out of the ruined dock. Perry gave a nod and turned to go with them, leaving Adam Taurus alone with his thoughts.
…That is, until another of the salvage crew walked up beside him and gave a little twirl, face smiling brightly beneath her Grimm mask.
"I presume you saw something as well, Neo?"
The worker was quickly engulfed in a burst of light that revealed her true form; a short human with multicolored hair, mismatched eyes, and an impish grin. She was the only human allowed on any White Fang base, mainly on account of her relationship with the High Leader.
Neopolitan, who preferred simply being called Neo, nodded eagerly as she gazed up at him.
"Then I'll look forward to your written report later tonight," Adam said without smiling back. "Along with your reasons for not stopping them."
Neo quit twirling, face downcast. She never like it when Adam was mad at her.
Adam sighed, then patted her head for a moment. "Cheer up, Neo. If not for you, we would still be serving under the leadership of the Disgraced."
Neo smiled at the kind words. She stepped back and engulfed herself with light again, activating her Semblance to change into Sienna Khan as she re-enacted the scene from the warehouse raid. The one where Sienna was framed for a crime she didn't truly commit.
She quit acting and returned to her small form, then embraced the taller man around his midsection and gave him a glowing smile.
Adam cleared his throat, then tapped the top of her head. Neo rolled her eyes and used her Semblance again, this time to give herself a set of deer antlers.
"That's better," Adam said, finally letting himself smile a little.
Neo hopped up into his arms, letting him hold her up so she could face him evenly, then carefully took his mask off his face. She was the only person other than Blake who had seen his scarred face, and she never once looked away from it in discomfort.
Adam carried her to a dark corner of the ruined docks and confirmed, once again, that she was his woman. And she loved every minute of it.
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Author's Note: That's the end of this fic… but by no means is this series done. I have plenty more Crack Ships in store for later entries, but for now enjoy a fun tease at a ship I doubt anyone has really thought of yet: Adam X Neo. I wonder how they ended up together?
For those who follow my other projects, I'm currently on a mission to wrap up a few more overdue fics before plunging back into my multiverse epic – next on the list is Heart of Ice.
OwO